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On the train going to work. Something you did every day par for Sundays... Except today was Sunday and you were on the train. Why? Well, because you were going to a comic convention and all your favourite actors would be there... Or at least some of them.
You didn't want to go alone and would've loved it if you're friends had come with you but they all had plans or just ignored you, rude, I know. But those who read your messages had said they might pop in later... That still didn't help you now though. Standing on a train with bustling people whilst dressed in clothes that weren't exactly 'normal' really was not helping your anxiety, and paranoia was setting itself up in a nice corner near your heart... Ready to break it and scare the shit out of you at any given moment. Ah, we love paranoia. No. No, we do not.
You were afraid that everyone was looking at you, that they were whispering horrid things about you, about to pounce and hurt you, emotionally or physically, it didn't matter, you're a sensitive being so everything hurts even more.
Just as you felt like your chest had ceased up entirely, someone tapped your shoulder, bringing you out of your fearful daydream. They wore a brown cap and a black leather jacket, but it wasn't the kind of overly handsome, big jerk kind of leather jacket, it was a cool and collected person's leather jacket and for that, you could certainly applaud.
They were also a guy, or presumably, with the build and chiselled jaw and the spare scruffs of stubble appearing in flocks nearest their chin and sideburns that connected to it faintly. He spoke and as if a lightbulb went off in your head you locked eyes with the person, now realising they had shades on.
"Hey, sorry, I think you dropped your ticket-", was what the guy had said, his hand held the ticket and you just stared at him like English was a foreign language to you.
You seemed too dazed, this man couldn't be- but his voice-
"Sebastian?.." You whispered in question, luckily not slipping up and saying Bucky Barnes his character name instead.
The guy tried to hand you the ticket when the doors dinged and he suddenly leaves... With... Your... Ticket.
'I probably just made an absolute fool of myself.. That guy couldn't have been him, he would need to get off at Walford Street not at... OMG, THIS IS MY STOP TOO!-' You think to yourself then just as the doors are about to close you leap out just in time, having to breathe in to make it.
When you land on the platform you knock straight into someone, you both toppled over.
"Oh Christ, I'm so sorry!" You whisper yell, frantically trying to help whoever you had collided with... Only for you to realise you had knocked the person's glasses off and you had to blink twice when you realised who it was.
Tom.
MUTHA FUCKIN.
Holland.
😱😶😐😗😳😀✨✨👌 = Your thought process.
"Oh, it's no worries, honestly, are you okay though? Here, let me help you up-" Tom extended his hand when he'd stood up and you took it, gladly.
"Again, I am so sorry! I was trying to get off the train and then it was leaving and I was in my own little world so I had to make a quick leap of faith ya know... And... My apologies... Oh my God.." You rambled and Tom laughed a little, putting his disguise back on.
"To be honest, you looked really cool though. You like.. you looked like Indiana Jones! Haha. Well, um it's okay honestly and by the looks of things you're heading to the convention as well?... I don't wanna be rude and just assume... You might just wear cool clothes like this every day, who am I to judge.." Tom trailed off and you nodded with a bright, honest smile.
"Yeah, I'm heading over..." You answer with a soft chuckle.
"Awesome! Well, you wanna walk with me?" He asked.
"Oh my goodness, an I allowed?!" You said in a teasing fashion.
"Pfft! Of course!" Tom said with a silly smile.
"I mean.. you're Tom... Holland.. that's amazing! I'm just..a fan.." You belittle yourself.
"Hey, I might be Tom Holland but that doesn't mean anything! Seriously! What's your name?" He asked.
"Y/N L/N.." You answer.
"Well then, if I'm Tom Holland then you're Y/N L/N. See. They're just names. Now come on or we'll be late, race ya!" Tom tested.
"Haha okay. You're on!" You both race to the convention, Tom is way fitter than you and let's be honest, no one would miss the opportunity to hang back and look at that man's ass... I mean.. HUNNY, YOU ARE PACKIN'!
Anyway...
When you both found yourselves at the convention Tom told you he was going to get ready, you nod, thinking he was gonna go get dressed somewhere but instead he just stripped and your mouth fell ajar.
He turned back to you and said, "tadaa". He was in the Spiderman suit oh my God he looks amazing and totally not at all conspicuous at all!
"Wicked! So are you all gonna dress up to blend in??" You ask him.
"Us all?.. Oh you mean the other actors.. yeah! But don't tell, okay?" He was definitely showing his Peter Parker side off right now. You smile to yourself and add,
"What a great idea! Who came up with it?" You ask as you both stand in line.
"Me of course, brains of the situation, every time." He joked proudly.
You both chat for a while when the guy comes over to take your ticket and stamp it...
"OH NO! My Ticket!!-" Your brain trails back to that guy on the train... Sebastian guy... Shit... He was trying to give you your ticket but what did you do? Ignore him... And now? Now you are FOCKED.
"It's alright, I got this!" Tom said, he winked at you but you couldn't tell cuz he was wearing the suit mask.
Tom showed the man at the door a card and somehow got you both in without another word.
"What's that? Oh my God, do you have a Dr Who, Telepathic card!?" You tease.
"Hahaha, I wish! No, I just showed him my VIP pass." Tom answered with a cute, British laugh.
"Ah, same thing. Well, thank you... I don't know what happened to my ticket.. some guy was trying to give it back to me on the train.. must've dropped it." You trail off in thought.
After a moment of you and Tom walking into the place and looking around together, he says he has to go to the panel. You smile and say, "Sure, I'll come with you, I mean, I'll be in the audience though, obviously haha!" You nervously laugh and he smiled at you and went in. Tom told you it was lovely to meet you and hoped to meet with you again. You smile and say 'likewise'.
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You took a seat in the audience somewhere in the middle rows, not too close but not too far either from the stage.
Just as the audience was filing in and everyone seemed to be settling one seat on the stage was left unfilled. It was labelled Tom Hiddleston and something in the back of your mind told you to go outside... You didn't know why... But felt obliged to follow the subconscious command and so, you left the room and went outside.
Outside, you let the air into your lungs, as it swirled around you in a calming breeze you close your eyes and relax into the touch of the brisk breeze.
That was until you heard the faintest, dullest of thuds like a hand against a wall... or head against a table.
You follow after the noise and see a man sat staring at a fire exploding through the walls of a house down the road where fire engines do their best to put it out. That's when you notice who the man was.. Tom Hiddleston.. but with the black hair.. He looks just like his character, Loki. You didn't want to be recognised, something in you told you to hide your face.. so, you turned on your heel and found a Thor mask on the floor. Lucky, aren't you?
You silently step over to him.
"Do you want to be alone.. or watch it all burn down, together?" You ask softly and sincerely.
Tom stayed silent a moment, taking that as you queue to stay, so, you slouch down the wall to sit beside him.
"I am not looking for pitiful fans." He hissed.. like Loki would.. Guess they have things in common.
"Well then you're in luck." You say, pointing to your mask, Tom finally looks away from the fire, glances at you, double takes and scoffs.
"Of course.. Everyone loves Thor more than Loki... You mortals are all the same." He grumbled.
"Maybe.. But maybe not. We're all unique, just gotta find the right one that gives you that divide." You say, not looking at him.
Tom fell silent and looked down at his feet.
"So, why are you watching something as beautifully destructive as fire and not sitting in there acting like a happy man with his life all up together, no room for arguments?" You ask with ease. Looking at him only at the end of your question.
"Excuse me?" He asked agitated.
"Tom Hiddleston, right? Your chair in there is empty and I thought..-"
"Whatever you thought was wrong, I'm not Tom Hiddleston!.. How could I be? I'm just.. a.. Doppelganger!" Not Tom said.
"Uh huh, sure and I'm Lionel Richie. Come on." You sarcastically point out.
He huffs annoyed by this whole moment.
"Look, I came out here to get some peace, if you think you can bring any more peace to what I was enjoying before you made your appearance I am ALL EARS!" He roared.
Just as he was about to go off again in anger you softly hug him.
He tenses up and with his face where you could not possibly see it, a tear fell from his eyes... It rolled down his cheek and from the way you two were hugging, he saw as the bright rays of sun dazzle out across the rooftops of parked cars and pools high up on skyscrapers. It was beautiful. Whether you had meant to let him see this or not, was not a problem at this point in time... He just.. enjoyed the peace of everything.
When you finally broke away, he looked you in the face.. or mask, rather... you wipe the tear from his eye and said with a kind, soft voice, "Don't cry, the God of Mischief should be happy and proud to be the amazing man he is. Goodbye."
You stand up and turn to leave, "What's your name?" 'Loki' asks.
"What is in a name but the form following the function?" You answer mysteriously, leaving him with more questions than he could ask. When he looked up again, you were gone.
Under his breath, he whispered, "I would rather try to hold onto you forever."
"So, it is her?" Asked a voice from an unknown source.
"Definitely. There is no question." 'Loki' replied, eyes glistening with something of the past.
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When you returned to the hall thing you saw Tom Hiddleston with his short brown hair and slight stubble dancing on stage. Your eyes widen and you turn to look through the doors that you had just come through, looking outside where you had previously sat with who you thought was Tom.. no one was there.. Did you imagine it? Was it all a dream?..
"Am I even awake right now?" You trail off.